Proof again that only the good die young. A genuine guy who spoke from the heart. His enthousiasm & naivety were very refreshing. BcUK will be a duller & darker place without him.
The clock of life is wound but once
The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed
To lose one's health is more,
To lose one's soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.
The present is our own,
So live, love, toil with a will
Place no faith in "tomorrow,"
For the clock may then be still.
Feel no guilt in laughter
Feel no guilt in laughter, he'd know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.
You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
He'd hope that you could carry on the way you always do.
So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,
The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
Let memories surround you, a word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,
That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here,
And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.
For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart
And he will live forever locked safely within your heart.